Some Recommendations for Bartlett's

Here's a couple of useful quotes that I recently came across and in all likelihood, they will not make it into Bartlett's.

"You can't have it all, where would you put it?" - Lemmy. He probably did not originate this but in his inimitable way he has made it his own. Ironically in the "Lemmy" documentary aired on VH1, the tour of Lemmy's cluttered apartment would indicate that while he does not have it all, he has a lot of it. He desreves a Hoarders episode. The cameraman made the very human mistake of being unable to differentiate the garbage can from the coffee table and was chided by Lemmy for his error. Another gem of Lemmy wit was when showing off a portrait/mosaic made by a fan, he quipped "Shame someone dropped it".

Second quote: "We live in an age when you say casually to somebody "What's the story on that?" and they can run to the computer and tell you within five seconds. That's fine, but sometimes I'd just as soon continue wondering. We have a deficit of wonder right now" - Tom Waits. Great title for a song or album: Deficit of Wonder.

A funny moment on the Roy Orbison "Black & White Night" DVD was when Tom Waits claimed to have babysit (sat?) for Roy Orbison. The thought of Waits babysitting for anyone is hilarious...

Book Review: Rise & Walk - The Trial & Triumph of Dennis Byrd

Fitting that while the current crop of NY Jets were imploding on and off the field, I found Dennis Byrd's biography on sale at the used book store. It is a quick but great read and offers stark contrast between a selfless man young man devastated playing the game he loved and that of say, Santonio Holmes, who basically quit on the team mid-game last week.

Byrd must have lived in at least ten different places before high school, bouncing around between Oklahoma and California. But his family stuck together bound by the strong Christian values of his parents. Dennis excelled on the football field for his small high school in Mustang, OK. He was good enough to play for the mighty OU or even OSU but due to some typical recruiting shenanigans ended up at the less fancied University of Tulsa.

The Golden Hurricanes (what a name!) hardly set the world of college football alight but again, Byrd was a standout and come draft day in 1989, he was taken as a second pick by the NY Jets - their first was Jeff Lageman. I sort of vaguely remember Jets fans grousing about the draft - but then again Jets fans always complain on draft day. Byrd and Lageman became fast friends and more importantly, very solid NFL linemen. Dennis Byrd was strong, fast, smart and loved nothing better than sacking the opposing QB and by his third year in the pro's, was one of the premier defensive tackles in the league.

In Nov 1992, Byrd suffered a catastrophic neck injury when he collided with team-mate Scott Merserau, both pursuing the Chiefs QB. The force of the impact shattered Byrds C4 vertebrae and left him paralyzed from the neck down. He was told he would never walk again. I remember this well and there was such sadness among the Jets faithful. Byrd was too young and too good to have suffered a career ending injury.

What follows is several gut-wrenching chapters detailing the excruciating fitting of the awful halo vest, total lack of control over basic bodily functions, marathon surgery, tiny inklings of hope as nerve endings begin to fire and respond, and ultimately movement in limbs that were medically diagnosed as useless.

Byrd was determined to recover: he flat out refused to quit and every day like a man possessed fought through exhausting physical therapy. He had wonderful medical help but what shines through is Byrd's faith in the Lord, self-belief and love for his wife, family and Jets team mates. Leon Hess deserves no small praise. As Jets team owner he was often at Dennis's bedside and made sure he got the best medical care. His friends Jeff Lageman and Marvin Washington were never far away, giving great support. While in hospital, Byrd was inundated with best wishes and cards, the funniest coming from a kid who wrote "Even though I am a Giants fan, I hope you get well".

Within months, Dennis Byrd walked again, beating incredible odds. As he left the hospital in Manhattan, he reminded fans that he would always by an NY Jet. The batch that lost feebly to Miami last week do not deserve to have # 90 give them play-off pep talks.

Great man, great story, great book.

Went to a fight and a hockey game broke out

What is up with the NHL? No more drop-the-gloves, pull-the-jersey-over-his head mauling on skates? This isn't the Olympics. This is the regular season, we expect fights. Why would the refs pull them apart? We paid good money to see blood, teeth knocked out, etc. High sticking, five minute penalties, smashed glass. Where's the fun? Well, it was fun but it could be even more fun. The fans want to chant "Fight, Fight, Fight" and bay for aggression. Too much finese and not enough testosterone. That's what you get with too many Canadians and Swedes. Where have you gone, Tie Domi? (Tie was actually Canadian, so blame the Swedes).

Hilarious during the intermission when there were about 20 seven year old kids on the ice playing at least three games at once since some wiseacre threw three pucks out there to cause confusion.

The Stanley Cup banner looks nice but it might be awhile before the Stars get another. Good young team but no enforcer. Where's the reducer?

The Stars moved to Dallas from Minnesota in 1993 and by the end of the 1998 season had won the big pot. A story goes that the Stanely Cup ended up in a Dallas swimming pool during a post-victory party. Those were the days - and they sure as hell allowed fighting. Where's my Slapshot DVD?

Merry Christmas To All

Our neighbors over at White's Chapel Methodist got their hands on some very cool technology. It is a Christmas themed sound and light show with the visuals projected onto the church gable. Pink Floyd-esque. My pics do not do it justice but I am hopeful this Youtube video will remain up for a while. Merry Christmas!

Dragons to Victory!

On Saturday Dec 17, before a crowd of about 42,000 at Cowboys Stadium, the Southlake Carroll High School football team completed a perfect season (16 wins, no losses) and won the Texas State 5A Div 1 Championship. It was an improbable run for a team that was expected to have a good year but ultimately went further than most could have imagined. These were not the Carroll Dragons of yore who trounced the opposition with the famed spread offense. Instead, we were treated to incredible poise at QB, receivers who stepped up, a running back who came on strong in the playoffs and a Defense that liked nothing better than to close up shop in the the second half.

The 2011 state championship represents the eighth for the school, including five at the top 5A level in the last eleven years. This kind of success makes Carroll one of the top H.S. football programs nationwide. But there's more: the boys soccer team are national champions in 2011 and the boys cross country team narrowly missed out on a national title, finishing second at the recent final meet in Oregon. Before anyone beats the "sports first" drum, Carroll is one of the top high schools academically in the state, sending freshmen to some of the best universities in the country.

But back to the national sport of Texas. The first Friday night football game of the season was a portent of things to come: a 38-31 win over Copperas Cove. Contested in blazing summer heat, it was typical of much of 2011: the Dragons came from behind and did just enough to win. Junior QB Kenny Hill threw for four TD's and rushed for another. The Defense stepped up in the fourth quarter, allowing zero points. It was a recipe for success we saw time and again in the playoffs, although in many of the regular season games, the Dragons built an early lead and then kind of hung on for the win. For the next 15 games there were few blowouts, almost all were nail biters (won at Fossil Ridge by 2!) but this seemed to give the team an air of confidence.

We went to all of the home games and followed the road sucesses closely on 100.7 FM radio. As the schedule wound down, it seemed an undefeated regular season was possible and this alone would have made 2011 a very good year. It was only when the Dragons overcame their 2010 nemesis Denton Guyer on the road for their tenth win that a strong playoff push might happen.

The first playoff game was staged at what seems to be the second home of Dragon Football: Cowboys Stadium a/k/a JerryWorld. There was some trepidation going in: we had not gone deep in the playoffs in a few years, Plano East looked decent on paper, our 2011 performances, etc. In typical fashion, we fell behind and were tied going into the fourth quarter but allowed no points in the last 12 minutes and won on an AJ Ezzard TD run. Injured when the season began, Ezzard had tremendous playoff performances. We left JerryWorld happy but not with high expectations.

The Dragon Band


This changed in the next couple of games. Again we were back in JerryWorld and Carroll played excellent football and Cedar Hill were beaten 40-7. Kenny and AJ combining for four rushing TD's.

Heavyweights: Trinty Trojans vs. Allen Eagles


The next game was another strong test. This time outdoors at Pennington Field and in cold blustery weather: Arlington Bowie were narrowly beaten 21-17 and the "D" stepped huge in the second half allowing no points. So after three playoff wins our confidence was gaining but the next opponent were no slouches. In fact, I am sure we were underdogs. Arlington Martin had just defeated the Trinity Trojans, who the prior week had knocked off the Allen Eagles. The Trojans and the Eagles were nationally ranked teams, so there was no doubt Martin was good.

Lids!!!


The Dragons-Martin game was played at SMU's Ford Field in what can only be described as monsoon conditions. The rain was torrential at times and I was surprised the game was not rescheduled. The Dragon faithful were not out in full force given the rain (which was badly needed, BTW) and it looked like our passing game would suffer with a wet ball. Oh, ye of little faith: the Dragons prevailed 31-14. Drenched, we piled into Campesi's Egyptian and began to believe a run to the final was possible and that whatever rituals got us this far needed to continue.

The Monsoon Bowl


The following Saturday we were back at SMU to face a highly fancied Skyline outfit in a match-up of DFW area undefeated teams. Skyline brought a huge contingent. We brought our huge contingent. Something had to give. It was a game for the ages.

We lost one of our best receivers early on (Payton Williams) and down by 10 points with about two minutes left, we seemed to be toast. In fact, some Dragon fans left early and missed the craziest 90 seconds I have ever seen in HS football. A Kenny Hill rushing TD cut the deficit to three with something like a minute left. Our only hope was an onside kick, the equivalent of a Hail Mary. Lo and behold, it worked for once: we recovered the ball right on the 50 and after a 15 yard run by Ezzard, the Dragons surprised Skyline by not settling for a tie (and overtime) by kicking a field goal... Instead, QB Kenny Hill took off on an unforgettable dash to score the winning TD; the annals of embelishent will show he hurdled a fox along the way!

The fox definitely went more than 10 yards!


The game will be remembered for several things: the improbable comeback, the onside kick, the fox that ran on the field at the end and literally stayed around to see the Dragons pull victory from what seemed certain defeat. Some claim the onside kick did not go the requisite 10 yards. We were seated on the 50 and I can positively say it did. The Dallas Morning News has tried their darnedest to stir up controversy by giving voice to those who would claim otherwise. The Fort Worth Star-Telegram makes no such pretences. Such are the Tarrant County / Dallas County allegiances. I feel sorry for the Skyline players; they are a very good team but let's not forget their coaches turned down several chances to kick field goals or punt and ended up turning the ball over on downs. And even after we recovered the onside kick, we still had to go 50 yards to score. Where was the Skyline D? The debate over this game will rage for years. My memory will be of the fox, who became a defacto Carroll mascot for the final game of 2011: the State Championship at Jerry World versus the Fort Bend High Tower Hurricanes.

So to last Saturday, when superstitions ran riot as we tried to recall our prior playoff rituals, lucky hats, t-shirts, etc. The Dragons have their own playoff traditions: bleached blond hair, the black uniforms and "Lids" the great half-time garbage can drumming show. We headed to Cowboys Stadium trying to time the end of the 12pm game and get there for our 4pm kickoff. There was a huge crowd, both sporting green. The High Tower Hurricanes have at QB one of the best High School players in Texas, Bralon Addison, who has committed to Texas A&M. The Aggie's are in for a treat.

Addison tortured us all game and almost per usual, we trailed going into the final quarter. But true to form we gave up no points in Q4 and the State Title was won when Kenny Hill ran for a TD with a few minutes left. He made some fantastic throws but the highlight will be Sabian Holmes making an incredible defensive play to prevent a sure TD. And "Sabo" also came up big for the offense with a TD catch and 11 receptions for 138 yards. Kenny Hill again was a leader with 117 yards rushing and 229 through the air. AJ Ezzard ran for 84 yards and to think we are fortunate enough to have both AJ and Kenny back in 2012. Will Davis was huge on D, wreaking havoc left and right. Final score: Dragons 36, Hurricanes 29.

Texas State Championship Game 2011, Cowboys Stadium








It was an improbable season that started on a Friday night under the lights in the blistering August heat and ended with another close but deserved win in the climate controlled World of Jerry. Every game was enjoyable. Congratulations to Coach Wasson and his staff and we wish the seniors good luck in college. They will undoubtedly never forget the 2011 Dragons sixteen win season and record tying eighth State title.

Happy 50th!

'Tis Golden Jubilee time for the Thunderbird. 50 years ago, gleaming and spotless, it rolled off the line and out of Ford plant in Wixom, MI. Over the past five decades has made its way south to Texas. At one time it was registered in Indiana, other than that, its travels are unknown. A lot has happened in the the last half century but aside from safety features and better gas mileage, cars are pretty much the same. The Jetsons car is still on the drawing board. Will the Thunderbird see 75 or 100? Maybe. In the right hands it might outlast all of us.

In honor of the big Five-Oh, I took it for a spin on Sunday to an old-timey gas station in Grapevine. The kind where the gas was first measured into the overhead glass bowl and then pumped by some nice young fellow would would clean your windshield, check the oil... all while you never left your automobile. And this kind of service was all to be had for ten cents a gallon, or so they tell me. Actually, in 1961, gas was 35 cents a gallon and JFK had just taken office. Ironically, the newly re-designed '61 T-Bird was part of his inauguration parade. (Now would be the time for my tasteless JFK-Dallas joke but I will let it slide).

In honor of the milestone, I changed the oil last night. Beats cake and candles any day. Happy Birthday!

Perimeter not so Secure

Dateline suburbia 2011. Not twenty feet from the thin safety of the back door, a giant rabbit (everything is bigger in Texas) marauds, devouring the lawn, tearing up shrubs, gnawing on sprinkler heads. He wreaks havoc everywhere he hops.

Fear not this veritable herbivore of the apocalypse, for the house is guarded by two courageous protectors. Surely they scent the intruder and will see to his hasty retreat? With great speed and agility they will hunt, turn, double-team, corner and finally, feast lustily on his entrails, whilst eliciting that fabled Beagle bay.

We are horribly exposed: one hound is more interested in sleeping and the other is working on his begging routine. What do these dogs dream about? Evidently not rabbits. The big leagues of chase is seconds away and this is what we get? Snoring and sad eyes?

The rabid rabbit of doom continues unabated on his path of carnage. No dandelions will survive.

Apparently in 2011 it is better to have a goldfish and bark yourself.